An outdoor banquet at the UEFA Garden.
The night breeze blew in from the Mediterranean Sea, carrying a damp, salty tang.
The champagne tower on the long table swayed gently in the wind.
The yacht masts in the distant harbor also rocked gently with the waves.
Li Luo glanced at the stars around him: Lionel Messi with his sour expression, a stern-faced Cristiano Ronaldo, Pogba covering his mouth with his sleeve and bobbing his lowered head to Black music playing on his phone, Neymar admiring himself in a little mirror...
And the Blue Moon's bald, tactics-obsessed manager, ready to unleash a verbal barrage at any moment.
Forget it.
He had better put some distance between himself and them.
He walked beneath a tree hung with little yellow lights.
Li Luo took out his phone.
He unlocked the screen and saw a message.
[Beiya: Li, I'm in Monaco too. The night view is gorgeous. Don't you want to see it? [Photo from behind, standing on a yacht deck, the sea breeze lifting the hem of a slip dress].jpg]
[Li Luo: I need to focus on preparing for the 2018 FIFA World Cup. We shouldn't see each other so often.]
Have some self-respect.
Learn to say no.
You can't go running out whenever a girl invites you.
An hour later.
Monaco harbor.
Li Luo, now in casual clothes, met the beautiful Polish girl.
She had also changed into respectable clothes and wore glasses, looking quiet and refined.
As always... there was a huge contrast between her in-person and online personas.
Her top seemed a little too small, pushed high by two... bulges, though fortunately there was plenty of fabric.
"Li, thanks to you, Ms. Hannah at Volkswagen gave me another contract renewal."
Beiya sounded deeply grateful, her expression sincere.
Li